Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Television,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.